(Right, I think this is the correctly updated HPs)
Angiro lets out a quick prayer of healing, soothing the party's wounds (assuming the six targets are all but Caspian, as he barely has a scratch. Let me know otherwise)
Charl seems to be a little more comfortable thanks to his wounds being mystically mended. He still seems on edge, just less so.
As the group's sky coach continues to fly around the extract point, the group can see that there are town guards coming to investigate the scene of the crashed sky coach. "Time to leave..." Charl says, raising the vehicle up and away from the area.
Caspian glances over to Weasel, "It's in an alley not too far from here." turning to Charl he is going to say, "It's going to be just fine alright? Don't worry, everything's fine."
Charl raises the sky coach to head over to the extract point. The group can see that some people in nearby homes are peering out of windows at the aftermath of the crash. There will be a few minutes of having to lie low until the general populace get bored of what is going on.
Daejor nods at Caspian, thanking him for the response, and then adds "And how long will it take for us to get there from here?" Daejor waits for a response from either Caspian or Charl.
The extraction point is about three towers away, so not too far. The main issue is that the commotion has attracted the attention of people for the time being. Perhaps causing another distraction elsewhere will turn their attention for now...
"Statment: Living organics beigns are usually concerned about not breathing poisonous air. Suggestion: Maybe we can induce them to think that their lives are in danger by the inhalation of some poisonous fumes coming from the site of the crashed skyboat. Objective: This could potentially lead to the gathering crowd to disperse and we could regain the privacy needed to complete the main mission goals."
The warforged looks to the rest of the crew waiting for their response.
Caspian is going to glance over to the rest of the group. "I mean, I have it in me for one more feat of magical power, but after that, I don't know how much good I'll be in a fight. Of course, I'm okay with that, just I don't want to let anyone down when I could have saved someone. I can make them all deeply afraid and see visions of their worst fears if that's what we need to do. But they're innocent people, and that seems a bit cruel... If someone was disguised, they could blend into the crowd and start yelling about some toxic gas coming from the fumes of the wreck... Does anyone have any fog abilities or similar that we could use to deceive the crowd?"
"Unfortunately, I do not. I do have Thaumaturgy. But, I'm not sure how to use it without leaving a trail of sounds. Let's fly low as possible. Unless someone else has suggestions." I say as I look out onto the city.
I notice that I don't ride the sky coach much in the night hours. The ride and sight is actually breath taking if it weren't for the current job at hand. "I need to do this another time." I say to myself trying to memorizing the sight.
Indeed, the city at night glimmers with thousands of small lights in the windows of the many huge towers that make up Sharn. The great city raises high up towards the clouds. While this means in the lower and mid city the sky is nearly completely obscured, the golden glows of the night life leave an almost starlike effect above the group.
"I have thaumaturgy as well! We could create tremors in the ground, and maybe create the sounds of supports cracking or something along those lines, and with enough of us working together, it could work!" Caspian says enthusiastically. As he hears Angiro mutter about the city, he takes a second to look up at the starry pattern of lights and his eyes flicker back to their normal yellow, his disguise of red eyes forgotten for a moment as he takes in the sight. "Wow. I never imagined that it would be this beautiful."he murmurs quietly.
Daejor adds, a bit impatiently: “I can help calm some of these witnesses down, perhaps making them disinterested in the whole affair, but that sounds a bit contrary to the proposed ideas so far. Whatever it is we are doing, we need to do it now!”
Eleven, still sitting rigidly, holding on tight to the boat with his eyes closed, says, "I could use my hat to make me look like something else if that would help. Some kind of monster, maybe? Or maybe somebody who's really sick? If I wasn't up in the air, I'd be more help."
Charl takes a slightly longer path, only taking a couple of moments, before dropping the group off just around the corner. "I'll wait here." He says to the others. "Can't have the guard catching on that I was here..."
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OOC: OK, let us know when/if we should apply that 14 hp.
OCC: I will change it to Mass Healing Word 12 points healed
Angiro Zenjin - Level 4 Half Elf Cleric (Life Domain)
Diangar Legna - Level 1 Aasimar Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Xerim Phimm - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric (War Domain)
Sariel Phyll - Level 1 Wood Elf Cleric (Trickery Domain)
Geord Terran - Level 1 Earth Genasi Cleric (Nature Domain)
Af Brazenell - Level 5 Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
Rafell Sylmith - Level 1 Pallid Elf (Twilight Domain)
OOC: Still a goodly number.
(Right, I think this is the correctly updated HPs)
Angiro lets out a quick prayer of healing, soothing the party's wounds (assuming the six targets are all but Caspian, as he barely has a scratch. Let me know otherwise)
Angiro (24/53 HP)
Caspian (31/33 HP)
Daejor (38/38 HP)
Eleven (42/59 HP)
Kerthak (32/49 HP)
Weasel (38/33 HP)
Charl (4 damage)
Charl seems to be a little more comfortable thanks to his wounds being mystically mended. He still seems on edge, just less so.
As the group's sky coach continues to fly around the extract point, the group can see that there are town guards coming to investigate the scene of the crashed sky coach. "Time to leave..." Charl says, raising the vehicle up and away from the area.
"Statement: This unit is grateful for your assistance. Suggestion: We should go to the extraction point before the rest of the team needs us. "
PbP Character: A few ;)
Daejor agrees. A bit absentminded, it asks “where was the extraction point again?”
Caspian glances over to Weasel, "It's in an alley not too far from here." turning to Charl he is going to say, "It's going to be just fine alright? Don't worry, everything's fine."
Persuasion 18
Charl raises the sky coach to head over to the extract point. The group can see that some people in nearby homes are peering out of windows at the aftermath of the crash. There will be a few minutes of having to lie low until the general populace get bored of what is going on.
Daejor nods at Caspian, thanking him for the response, and then adds "And how long will it take for us to get there from here?" Daejor waits for a response from either Caspian or Charl.
The extraction point is about three towers away, so not too far. The main issue is that the commotion has attracted the attention of people for the time being. Perhaps causing another distraction elsewhere will turn their attention for now...
"Statment: Living organics beigns are usually concerned about not breathing poisonous air. Suggestion: Maybe we can induce them to think that their lives are in danger by the inhalation of some poisonous fumes coming from the site of the crashed skyboat. Objective: This could potentially lead to the gathering crowd to disperse and we could regain the privacy needed to complete the main mission goals."
The warforged looks to the rest of the crew waiting for their response.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Caspian is going to glance over to the rest of the group. "I mean, I have it in me for one more feat of magical power, but after that, I don't know how much good I'll be in a fight. Of course, I'm okay with that, just I don't want to let anyone down when I could have saved someone. I can make them all deeply afraid and see visions of their worst fears if that's what we need to do. But they're innocent people, and that seems a bit cruel... If someone was disguised, they could blend into the crowd and start yelling about some toxic gas coming from the fumes of the wreck... Does anyone have any fog abilities or similar that we could use to deceive the crowd?"
"Unfortunately, I do not. I do have Thaumaturgy. But, I'm not sure how to use it without leaving a trail of sounds. Let's fly low as possible. Unless someone else has suggestions." I say as I look out onto the city.
I notice that I don't ride the sky coach much in the night hours. The ride and sight is actually breath taking if it weren't for the current job at hand. "I need to do this another time." I say to myself trying to memorizing the sight.
Angiro Zenjin - Level 4 Half Elf Cleric (Life Domain)
Diangar Legna - Level 1 Aasimar Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Xerim Phimm - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric (War Domain)
Sariel Phyll - Level 1 Wood Elf Cleric (Trickery Domain)
Geord Terran - Level 1 Earth Genasi Cleric (Nature Domain)
Af Brazenell - Level 5 Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
Rafell Sylmith - Level 1 Pallid Elf (Twilight Domain)
Indeed, the city at night glimmers with thousands of small lights in the windows of the many huge towers that make up Sharn. The great city raises high up towards the clouds. While this means in the lower and mid city the sky is nearly completely obscured, the golden glows of the night life leave an almost starlike effect above the group.
"I have thaumaturgy as well! We could create tremors in the ground, and maybe create the sounds of supports cracking or something along those lines, and with enough of us working together, it could work!" Caspian says enthusiastically. As he hears Angiro mutter about the city, he takes a second to look up at the starry pattern of lights and his eyes flicker back to their normal yellow, his disguise of red eyes forgotten for a moment as he takes in the sight. "Wow. I never imagined that it would be this beautiful." he murmurs quietly.
Daejor adds, a bit impatiently: “I can help calm some of these witnesses down, perhaps making them disinterested in the whole affair, but that sounds a bit contrary to the proposed ideas so far. Whatever it is we are doing, we need to do it now!”
Eleven, still sitting rigidly, holding on tight to the boat with his eyes closed, says, "I could use my hat to make me look like something else if that would help. Some kind of monster, maybe? Or maybe somebody who's really sick? If I wasn't up in the air, I'd be more help."
"If you want to go over, I can drop you off around the corner." Charl offers.
"Sure," Eleven says, "put me on the ground."
Charl takes a slightly longer path, only taking a couple of moments, before dropping the group off just around the corner. "I'll wait here." He says to the others. "Can't have the guard catching on that I was here..."